Grip Inc. - Hostage To Heaven lyrics

treachery with a smile, etched upon its face a face of red, but a heart of stone cold black servants of two masters, the congregation splits serving s**uals rituals, true back biters pirates in pinstripe, admired by the many in their hour of weakness all ways stand, with their backs to the sun religious fanatics, muttering righteousness on sacred ground the armor of religion like foil across a bed of nails conscience, burning, lives held, hostage to heaven symbolic bullsh**, hung around the necks, of the weak silver and gold, just trinkets of deception one mans faith, becomes another mans evil don't deny the power of inner strength, right